Title:Dirty Little Secret

Rating T: Language

Disclaimer:I do not own Charmed or any of its characters. I do however own Prue, Mel, Penny and Allen.

Summary: The Charmed ones want to know what's up with Chris. So they cast a spell. And what should happen? Exactly the opposite of what they wanted. Takes place after The Courtship of Wyatt's Father, but the girls don't know who Chris is.

Authors Note: Some Leo bashing in this chapter. I'm sorry, I love Leo, but sometimes things just happen.

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Previously on Charmed:

"Ever since Chris has believed his mother's death was his fault. No matter what anyone else said, he still believes it."

"But, how could he have known?" Phoebe asked, tears falling down her cheeks, as well as her sisters'. "How could he have foreseen something like that?"

"Because that's one of his powers," Mel said, as Chris orbed in. His hair and shirt were wet, as it had started to rain while he was gone.

"You tell them?" Chris asked.

"Yes," Mel said, but sent a telepathic message assuring him that his secret was safe.

Part four: Three hours, five knives, and a chainsaw

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"Chris," Leo called.

"What!" Chris shouted, a lot more rude than he intended.

"Hey, don't get mouthy with me just because your mad 'cause its your fault your mother's dead!" Leo shouted at him.

"LEO!" Piper exclaimed angrily.

Chris looked like he was going to kill something. He looked from Leo, to Piper, his eyes fogging up once again, then orbed away.

"Leo," Piper said again.

"What! He thinks he can screw up his family, then come into the past and screw up ours!"

"Leo!"

But Pipers words were cut of by a loud crack! as Mel punched Leo square in the nose.

"And they say she's the passive one," Prue muttered to herself.

"He did the best he could," Mel screeched, "He was fourteen. He did the best he could after his best friend killed there mother. And when our moms died, not even a year later, he did everything he could to make sure nothing happened to us. He did the best a teenager could do. So why don't you try living an hour in his shoes before you start talking about things you know nothing about."

Leo glared at her before orbing away. Or, trying to. Mel pulled him out of the orb and TKed him into a wall.

"Somebody orb me to P3," Piper said suddenly.

"Piper, is now really the time?" Paige asked.

"Orb now. Ask questions later," Piper ordered her youngest sister, holding out a hand. Second later she found herself at the bar. "Go back. I'll call if I need you."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Paige orbed away.

She didn't know how she knew. She just did. Chris was in his room at P3. Piper could feel it. Anyone else would have probably gone for the top of the Bridge. Even in this weather. Especially in this weather. But Piper just felt it.

She knocked lightly on his door.

No answer.

"Chris?" She called softly.

There was no answer, but the door unlocked and swung open slowly, revealing Chris sitting on the pull-out-bed, his head resting against the wall facing away from Piper.

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"What if it was Wyatt? What if it was your son who watched his mother die and couldn't save him?" Prue shouted at the elder.

"That's different..." Leo started.

"How?" Penny asked.

"He's my son."

"Yes. That is so much different. You wouldn't blame him for it. You wouldn't try and convince him it was his fault. So how does that make it Chris' fault. Because his father said it was so. Because his father was a Whitelighter? And everything that came out of his mouth must have been the truth, because Whitelighters don't lie?"

Leo glared at Mel once more, his nose bleeding.

"Ahh!" Penny groaned, and not wanting to see his face, waves a hand and the elder was orbed away.

"Thank you," Mel and Prue chorused.

"Where'd you send him?" Paige asked.

"Valhalla," Penny answered.

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"Chris?" Piper asked, walking closer to him.

"What?" he asked, somewhat angrily, somewhat sad.

"I want to ask you something. And I want the truth. No beating around the bush, no future consequences. Just the truth."

Chris nodded reluctantly.

"Are you Wyatt's little brother?"

Chris jumped slightly in surprise, but still wouldn't face her. Then he nodded slowly.

Piper wasn't at all surprised by his answer. She sat down beside him.

"Then tell me something else. Was I a bad mother?"

"What! No. You were great. The best," he replied.

"Then look at me Chris," she pleaded, reaching out to touch him.

He flinched, but turned toward her, and let her hand cradle his cheek. Silent tears were falling down his face.

"Oh, Chris," Piper said, wiping away a few tears.

"I loved you so much," he whispered.

Piper smiled sadly and allowed him to rest his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair.

"How did you know?" Chris asked several minutes later, once he was calmed down.

"Family always knows," Piper smiled.

Chris laughed.

"What?" Piper said, laughing slightly as well.

"You always used to say that. But really, how did you know?"

"Little things you used to say. At the beginning, all your life never seeing us take the bate like the blondes did, us keeping stuff around forever. I had my suspicions from the beginning. That you weren't just some random stranger from the future. Then when we found out you were part witch, part Whitelighter. Then you trying to get me and Leo back together out of nowhere, then a few weeks later I find out I'm pregnant," Piper explained.

"Ew. I guess my cover wasn't completely foolproof, huh?"

"Like I said before," Piper said laughing a bit, "Family always knows."

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"So why did Piper want you to take her to P3?" Phoebe asked her younger sister.

"I don't know. I think she might have somehow sensed that Chris was there, even though I couldn't sense him anywhere."

"Weird."

"Not really," Prue said, "He tends to turn off his locater when things like this happen. When he wants to be alone."

"I'm still not entirely sure I even know what's going on," Paige said.

Someone's stomach growled. Loudly.

"What do you day we all go get something to eat?" Phoebe said, leading the group down stairs.

"Sure," Mel said.

"As long as neither of you don't do the cooking," Prue laughed as Mel smacked her playfully.

"Hey!" Paige and Phoebe exclaimed.

"Come to think of it," Penny said, "Why don't we stick to something that doesn't involve cooking. The only one from our generation to inherit any sort of ability to cook was Chris."

"Hey!" Mel and Prue exclaimed. "We're getting better!"

"Yeah," Allen said playfully, "Remember that cake they made a few weeks ago. I think we actually managed to get a knife through it."

Paige and Phoebe laughed.

"Yes. Three hours, 5 knives and a chainsaw later." Penny said.

It doesn't seem (to me) to flow very well. I guess its just because I jump from Chris and his issues, to everyone else and there inability to cook. More cooking topics next chapter. And more Leo bashing.

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